CoitThe woods feel like home as much as the house. I’ve spent equally as much of my childhood out there climbing trees and exploring nature to my heart’s content. Camping out here had been a regular event when Emory and I were kids. Our father would stay up late with us and teach us about the stars
Her eyes widen slightly, and she smiles. It reminds me of the dawn after a long night.“That’s good,” she replies. “Because I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”I take her arms away from my neck so I can get down on one knee. She freezes in shock. I pull the right out of the pocket of my p
CoitThat weekend blurs together in a hazy dream. I can’t stop touching Lydia. We spend hours having sex and sharing stories in between. The stories range from funny and silly to sad and sincere.This isn’t just having another body to get lost in. I’m getting to know Lydia and all her little quirks.
EmoryNews of Coit’s engagement has my mother buzzing like an overexcited bee. Not only is it the wedding of her only son, but she gets to help plan the event. Mom really does enjoy planning parties, and she’s good at it.I’m less passionate about event planning than her. Planning the Moon Goddess B
EmoryThe drive to Moon Grove feels longer than ever even though Rainer is driving as fast as he can without putting our lives in danger. Willow is seated on the passenger side, and she doesn’t chide him for driving so fast. Kane has not let go of my head since I told him what happened to Lydia. He’
LydiaMy head hurts. A pounding at my temple makes me wince as I try to open my eyes. I’m lying on something hard and cold. Nausea has me swallowing back bile in an attempt not to puke.It takes me a second to realize it’s not the headache that’s causing the nausea. I’m in a moving vehicle. I force
WillowWhile we are at Moon Grove, I try to cast a locator spell on Lydia to pinpoint where she’s been taken. Emory talks to her brother and manages to get a personal item of Lydia’s from him. She accidentally left behind her hairbrush from when she was here over the weekend. There’s a large map on
RainerWillow and I have visited Ivy regularly over the years. While Willow’s relationship with the rest of the coven is strained due to the century of bloody history between vampires and witches, Ivy is the last of Willow’s family in the coven. She is the great-granddaughter of Willow’s younger sis
MichaelThe emissary to Red River–the real one–isn’t anyone I recognize. He’s tall and pale blond, his red eyes gleaming in the brightly lit ballroom where he and his posse of royal Red River guards have gathered. He scans the group before him–myself, my father, and my uncle, and smiles faintly, hi
I listen intently, watching a myriad of emotion play over her face as she knits her fingers together. “We spent an entire summer sneaking around,” she says softly, closing her eyes. “He’d find me in the garden, in the library, sometimes going as far as to sneak into my room at night. We couldn’t st
FayeStill in the library, I listen intently as Emelda discloses far more than I expected her to.There was a point in Emelda’s life as a vampire that she’d accepted she’d always be alone. Her bed would always be cold, her skin unblemished by a loving touch. She’d never know love again, and for deca
Faye“It really is gorgeous,” Emelda says the next morning while walking with me to the library. She runs her thumb over the massive sapphire ring and smiles faintly, raising her brows. “I think it’s a family heirloom, too. You should expect a load of fine jewelry to follow.”“You know I don’t care
FayeKing Kane is a slightly terrifying man. His presence is all consuming–like he sucks the light out of the room. He doesn’t look his age, like all vampires. The only indication that he’s a senior vampire compared to his son is the faint gray glow around his temples where his dark hair is starting
MichaelI watch Faye run a comb through her hair, over and over. The golden strands shine like golden silk in the pockets of sunlight shimmering through the curtains. Beyond the glass, knee-deep snow covers the castle grounds in a blanket of pure, untouched white. Deep inside, I feel a flicker of m
I shake my head, sniffling, trying to pull my tears back into my eyes but fail miserably. They trickle down my cheeks, freezing to my face. “We would have been caught.”“I wouldn’t have cared. I still don’t!”“You were getting married–”“I’ve been betrothed since I was a child,” he says hotly, gritt
Emelda“Why are you out here?” Cole asks, his hand moving up my back as he presses me closer. “You’re freezing.”“I wanted to check on Ravenfell–”“I was on my way–”“It’s not your responsibility–”“I was on my way to find you,” he cuts in, taking a breath. I open my eyes, breaking out of the haze
Finn leans against the fireplace while Cassidy stokes the fire, but everyone is waiting for me to start talking. That’s why I came here, after all. To share news from the castle about our duke and our friends. “Lowe is likely going to survive,” I say to the group, ignoring the shuffle of feet as pe